The Legend of the Immortal Cauldron

All the monks who heard the order of Taoist Baiyun all scattered.

And those blood-colored skeletons also chased after those monks who left.

Taoist Baiyun knew very well that if these monks continued to stay here.

The casualties would only be greater.

The monks here are very familiar with the sect and know where the restrictions exist.

They can use the restrictions in the sect to contain those blood-colored skeletons.

It is not that there will be large-scale casualties in a short period of time.

There is nothing wrong with Taoist Baiyun's move.

At this moment, he did not leave, still standing there looking at Wang Han.

"When you joined our sect before, you told me that your family was slaughtered by the Ghost Gate, leaving only you to escape. I never thought that you are actually a member of the Ghost Gate." Taoist Baiyun said with some emotion.

Rather than talking to Wang Han, it is better to say.

These words sound more like Taoist Baiyun talking to himself.

"Baiyun, you are good in everything, but you are too kind and soft-hearted. With such a character, you are destined to fail in achieving great things."

At this time, Wang Han's voice came from the black air.

Although the voice was plain, it was full of ridicule.

"It is indeed too soft-hearted. I took you all in because I thought you were homeless." Taoist Baiyun smiled helplessly.

"Since you have a good alchemy skill, please surrender to Guimen. I can say a few good words for you. I can even give you the title of elder." Wang Han said softly.

This time, before Taoist Baiyun could reply.

The ground where Wang Han stood suddenly lit up with yellow light.

Taoist Baiyun was slightly startled when he saw this, obviously he didn't know what happened.

The yellow light appeared without any signs, not only Taoist Baiyun did not expect it.

Even Wang Han, who was still talking to him, did not expect this.

The yellow light flashed and turned into a big yellow hand.

After the big hand appeared, it grabbed hard.

The black air dissipated, and Wang Han's figure also appeared.

However, Wang Han was held by a big hand and could not move.

Taoist Baiyun was even more confused when he saw this.

He had no idea why the yellow big hand appeared.

He could not even tell whether the big hand was an enemy or a friend.

"I am a ghost from the Ghost Gate. You can't kill me, or you will definitely be retaliated by the Ghost Gate!" Wang Han, who was held by the yellow big hand, shouted loudly.

At this time, Taoist Baiyun saw clearly.

It turned out that Wang Han's real cultivation was actually the great perfection of the Jindan.

With such a cultivation, he was lurking beside him, but he didn't notice it at all.

When he was investigating spies before, he never doubted Wang Han.

Thinking about it now, he was also a little scared.

However, he was a little confused.

With Wang Han's cultivation, he should be able to kill all of them.

Why did he linger with him there, but was captured by the yellow big hand that suddenly appeared.

Just when Taoist Baiyun was puzzled.

Suddenly, a yellow light flashed beside him, and a burly bald man appeared.

As soon as the big man appeared, Taoist Baiyun immediately felt a suffocating feeling.

"Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Although he could not accurately distinguish the true cultivation level of the bald man, Taoist Baiyun could be sure that this man was definitely not a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

When he was refining pills in the past, he also received many Nascent Soul cultivators.

All of them were cultivators in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, but none of them gave him such a feeling.

Standing next to the bald man, Taoist Baiyun's nervous body trembled constantly.

He did not know this man, and he suddenly appeared in the Jinding Sect.

Taoist Baiyun himself did not realize that his face was covered with beads of sweat.

"Who are you? How dare you care about our Ghost Gate!" Although Wang Han was captured, he still looked at the bald man and shouted arrogantly.

"I... I am not a human, I am a stone." The bald man heard this and smiled slightly and said.

Taoist Baiyun and Wang Han were speechless when they heard this.

A living person stood here, and this person actually said that he was not a human.

And he also said that he was a stone.

Even a three-year-old child would not believe this.

"I don't care what you are, you'd better let me go, and we will pretend that this matter never happened." Wang Han shouted angrily at the bald man.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the yellow big hand squeezed hard.

Immediately, Wang Han turned into a blood mist after a scream.

The bald man moved his fingers, and a storage bag flew into his hand.

"What level, dare to yell at me."

After grabbing the storage bag and checking it, the bald man said calmly.

After speaking, he turned his eyes to the Taoist Baiyun standing next to him.

Just one glance, Taoist Baiyun could no longer bear the sense of oppression, and actually collapsed to the ground.

"Get up, it was Li Mu who asked me to stay here. I said he was too cautious before, but I didn't expect him to be right." Seeing the look on Baiyun Taoist's face, the bald man stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground and chuckled.

Baiyun Taoist breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

Matthew's pseudonym is Li Mu, and since the bald man said so.

It means that this person is a friend, not an enemy.

In this case, the crisis of Jinding Sect should be solved smoothly.

And this bald man is naturally Shi Potian.

Just as he said.

When Matthew went to the ring, he deliberately left it in the Jinding Sect to prevent any accidents.

Now it seems that Matthew really guessed right.